I wrestle with the reality that many folks think that God's justice for the injustice in this world rests solely on him and we have no part to play but just pray. I get it, okay that's a lie, I don't entirely get it. I like to think that the same Jesus who turned tables when he saw the temple being turned into a business would also be outraged by what is happening in our world as it pertains to the exploitation of women and want us to do something.
It's another Sunday morning and Trenelle and I find ourselves leading worship the day after racial tensions are once again at an extreme high. This time around we can't help but just laugh. We both know without saying it, if we talk too long or ponder too much, what looks like smiles will turn into tears, and there just isn't time for that.